"The world coalition government expropriated our land for construction, and at the beginning it was very polite and gave us some compensation, but as the construction process progressed, the original land could no longer satisfy their appetite. They finally showed their wolf ambitions and adopted a policy of forcible conscription against us. The father and the villagers did not want the hard work of their ancestors to be wasted, and more importantly, these lands contained their sweat and love. So, a collective protest of the whole village appeared at the door of the government, and the father took the villagers to ask for an explanation, but the government dispatched the military and police, and under the brutal violence, the father fell in a pool of blood and never got up again. The land was still expropriated by the government, and all kinds of high-sounding words were given. My mother and I were driven out of the village and wandered around, leaving us orphans and widows helpless, hungry and cold. In the end, my mother died on the street due to a serious illness. At this point, Mi Guo's tears flowed from his eyes, across his cheeks, down his chin, and dripping on the ground. Hearing Mi Guo's words, Ping An was also sad for Mi Guo, he didn't expect Mi Guo to have such a tragic life experience.

"I wanted to kill myself, but I was saved by an old man. He told me a lot of things, advised me not to give up on myself, and took me with him, adopted me, gave me food, and made me do some strange work. He made me farm with my bare hands, fried sand in a boiling iron pot with my hands, fetched water every day with a bucket with an unimaginably heavy conical bottom, and let me leap over a small tree with an animal in my arms. At first, I tried very hard, but then I found it very boring, until one time I sneaked into the town and was besieged by a group of hooligans, and in my desperation, I poked the leader with my hand and poked him in the stomach. That's when I realized that he had been training me all along. Mi Guo's face showed a look of relief.

"Then I heard about the Bazak Arena and heard that there was a big prize money for the champion, so I came. I need money, I need a lot of money, I want to buy a lot of land, and then I want to get back the villagers who have been driven out like me and the children who have been persecuted like me, and happily plant my own land and harvest the food I produce, and that is the only reason why I am here, the motivation for me to fight, and the thing I yearn for. You say I'm greedy for money, right, without money, I have no dreams, and without money, I can't give a home to those children who have lost their land like me!"

"Rice and fruit. After listening to Mi Guo's story, Ping An looked at the red-faced black boy opposite, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Don't worry, I have confidence in myself that I will win this fight. Mi Guo smiled at Ping An and said.

"Anping, I, can I ask you for a favor, although we haven't known each other for a long time. And, if I say it, you might say I'm cheeky and not ashamed, but I still want to tell you. Mi Guo suddenly straightened his face and said to Ping An very seriously: "In this fighting arena, there are many hidden masters, in fact, I don't know, whether I can finally win the bonus, so, if you can have a chance to win the championship, I implore you to lend me the bonus, because I really need this money!" Mi Guo said, bowing his head and kneeling down for Ping'an.

Ping'an was shocked by Mi Guo's sudden move, the so-called man has gold under his knees, and Mi Guo can give up his dignity and kneel in front of Ping'an, which shows his sincerity. He hurriedly picked up Mi Guo, took his hand, and said to him with a serious face: "I'm sorry, if I win the championship, I won't lend you the bonus." ”

"What?" said Mi Guo's heart.

"I'll give it to you and help you fulfill your dreams. Ping'an smiled at Mi Guo, and in Mi Guo's eyes, he seemed to see the dazzling light emanating from Zhu Ping'an's body.

Just then, Nero also walked in from outside.

"Mi Guo, I didn't expect the first game to be your game, come on, don't lose to that killer!" "Nero also cheered for Mi Guo and cheered for his friends.

"Thank you, Nero, when I win, I will definitely treat you to something delicious!" Mi Guo bared his teeth at Nero, and his thick black eyebrows curled, which was very funny.

"The momentum is good, and it's good to have confidence, but you can't take it lightly!" A familiar voice came from behind them, it turned out to be Uncle Hemingway, the favorite for the championship of this competition and the defending champion.

"Uncle Hemingway, don't worry, I will work hard, and I will prove to you that the registration fee you paid for us will not be wasted!"

Again, if you can't beat the opponent in the battle, there is no shame in admitting defeat, only by understanding the gap between yourself and your opponent and facing your own shortcomings can you continue to improve. Hemingway patted Mi Guo on the shoulder.

"Well, who is this uncle?" asked Nero, looking at Hemingway.

"This is Uncle Hemingway, he's a good man!" Ping An hurriedly introduced Nero.

"Great man!" Mi Guo added without losing any time.

"Looks like we're opponents in the first round, right?" Hemingway leaned over to look down at the bronzed-skinned monk boy in front of him.

"He's a friend we met here, his name is Nero!" Mi Guo said quickly.

"Good friends?" Hemingway glanced at the three children.

"Hmm!" Nero replied to him, "Uncle Hemingway, hello, my name is Nero, I met for the first time, and I showed mercy to your men during the game, and gave me a lot of advice!"

"It's so scary, it's really enviable, and it reminds me of the happy times when I was younger. Hemingway looked at the three little guys in front of him, and his heart throbbed, sighing that he was old and youthful.

At this moment, there was a tsunami-like sound from the audience outside, and the host was urging the players of the first game to play.

"It's time to play!" Mi Guo shook his spirits and strode into the Bazak Arena, where in the center of the arena there was already a man standing in the middle of the field, none other than his opponent in his first match, "Deer Hunter" Gitels.

"What's the matter, you're too scared to come out, hillbilly?" Gittels still looked down on the tattered, dirty black boy on the other side.

"I'm not afraid of you!" Mi Guo said unconvinced.

"You'll be good-looking in a while!" Jertles smirked.

"Players from both sides, please come to the stage and verify your identity!" After the host finished speaking, the platform of the original draw was erected again in the center of the huge arena, but two palm prints appeared on it. It turned out that this was specially designed to prevent the players from having any accidents and changes, and when each player drew lots, these people's handprints and fingerprints had been identified and entered.

As requested, Mi Guo and Gitels put their hands on it, and with two "beeps", a circular ring with a radius of 10 meters rose under their feet, and rose about 10 meters in the air, which was the battle stage for the finalists. At the same time, clear images of the two of them appeared on the four large screens at the same time, and the entire audience was already boiling, and they were all looking forward to the first match of the Bazak Arena this year.

"The rules of the Bazak Fighting Tournament are as follows: both sides of the game must fight in a circular ring, if one of them is knocked to the ground for 10 seconds, admitting defeat, being knocked out of the ring or being killed, the opponent wins, if both sides fall to the ring, after the count of seconds exceeds 10 seconds, the first team to stand up wins; Methods and means, no restrictions on weapons and equipment, but no off-the-field spectator support is allowed, if there is off-the-field spectator support, no matter what the means and methods, the opponent will be judged to win; there is no time limit for the game, but if the two players agree to rest and eat after consultation, the referee of the competition allows the short behavior of both players, but the time is not allowed to exceed one hour; finally, there will be a referee to follow the whole process during the game, and all players must obey the referee's command, if there is a player who misses or deliberately injures himself, Killing the referee will be judged to be the winner, and the world coalition government will hold the killer legally responsible. The host read out the rules of the Bazak Arena to the audience and the contestants, which seemed cold-blooded and cruel.

As soon as the host finished speaking, he descended a ramp of rolling ladder on the side of the competition ring, and slowly walked up from the side curtain to a white bald man wearing a heavy mecha.

"I'm the referee for this tournament, Iron-Faced Bald - Crick, you must obey my judgment, if you want to plot against me, my armed mech is not a vegetarian!" the white bald referee roared, with an astonishing momentum.

"Wow, did the referee eat gunpowder, such a fiery temper!" Mi Guo looked at Crick in surprise, as if he had forgotten all about the game.

"Fool!" Gittles glanced at Crick with contempt, squeezing the words out of his mouth.

"Do you hear the rules?" Crick shouted at the two of them, pulling his neck.

"Oh, if you don't die anyway, keep fighting until you knock him away!" said Mi Guo, pointing to Gitels on the other side.

"It's okay to kill him, is it?" said Gitels, twisting his joints and making a creaking sound.

"So, it's game on!" the bald referee Crick ordered, announcing the start of the game.

It was too late to say that, just at the moment when Crick's words fell, only a loud "bang" sound was heard on the side of the ear wheel, and all the spectators and players stared at it, only to see Gittels's arm raised, and the palm of his hand was facing Mi Guo, revealing a dark black hole in the center of his palm, which was obviously a QIANG tube, and white smoke came out of it.

THE RICE FRUIT ON THE OTHER SIDE HAD ALREADY FALLEN TO THE GROUND WITH THE SOUND OF QIANG.

"Mi Guo!" Heian and Nero saw Mi Guo fall to the ground almost at the same time, and the two of them shouted in unison, calling Mi Guo's name.

"Don't worry, Mi Guo won't be defeated so easily. Hemingway smiled, he saw the scene just now, he saw it very clearly.

"Hahahaha!" Gitels let out a piercing scream and laughed wildly.

"What, what's wrong?" the referee Creek was stunned for a moment.

"I thought it was a wretched thing, not a poor creature who was knocked out by me as soon as I QIANG, a hillbilly is a hillbilly, and you dare to yell at me?"

"Ahh

"What? He can take my shot with his bare hands, although my speed is not very fast, but the bullet is specially made, sharp enough to shoot through the army's armored vehicles, what is the matter with his hand?" Gitters didn't expect that the black boy who was like an ant in his eyes would have such a ability.

"Sure enough, those who can make it to the finals are not ordinary people, and it seems that I really despise you!" Gitels said as he looked at Mi Guo and began to reassess his opponent.

"Why, now you know how good I am, where is this, my real skills are useless!" Mi Guo said with a big grin.

"Hmph, that moment just now, it's just a test, if you can't even stand this, I won't be interested in killing you!" Speaking of this, Gittels's arms and shoulders suddenly made a rolling sound of "chirping" metal bearings, and I saw that several QIANG mechanisms appeared on his arms and shoulders, and the honeycomb-like Hessesen QIANG tube automatically adjusted its position and aimed at Mi Guo's head, chest, abdomen, and limb joints all over his body.

"Oh, isn't it, a mechanical modder?" Hemingway recognized at a glance.

"It seems that you can't do it without real skills!" Mi Guo said in his heart, his right hand secretly exerting force, preparing to meet the enemy with all his might.